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Although I've tried to understand your reasons for what you do,
sometimes I just turn my switch off, and ignore the nonsense.
Repeating the same ignorant remarks which obviously tweek my heart and soul,
you've really been asking my permission to leave and not come back,
because I was just a dalliance to you - "Hot Love In the Summertime"...
You take beautiful people, animals and creations and twist them around
to suit your 'manly' thoughts and desires, turning a beautiful flower
into a withered-up twiglet with no hope or life left.
Those are YOUR choices - not mine! I see beauty, and am mesmerized
by God's glorious developments within the universe.
You see only the flaming asteroids which threaten to destroy
this wonderful world we live in.
You hope for chaos and destruction, and you have a destructive personality.
You respect nothing, and prove it with your words and actions.
If only you could realize or even care what destruction you have caused,
and try to repair the damage by helping the beauty to blossom and bloom,
spreading yet again...
But! You obviously could care less about true happiness, peace and faith,
for your faith lies only in the knowledge that (finally) one day
you'll succeed in stifling out your own sordid life,
ne'er taking notice of all the wreckage you leave behind - intentionally.
What could have happened in your life
to make you hurt yourself knowingly...hopingly...
...Continuing to commit suicide on a daily basis?
What evil has befallen your soul to make you hate so much?
Or, is it mere child's play to you to make ev'ryone and ev'rything around you
wish they'd ne'er known a person as cold and nasty as you are?
My thoughts will wander to you from time to time in the future,
but they will immediately be dismissed - pushed away - like you did me.
My love is a special gift, but you don't see beauty, so you cannot know real love.
Therefore, I will spend the rest of my days striving to erase the hatred,
and bring love into the world, whether you like it or not.
God's love is the most beautiful thing there will e'er be,
and it shines like a beacon in my soul, but your lighthouse crumbled long ago,
and you don't even want to rebuild.
So, goodbye to your darkness, hello peaceful world.
Whilst listening out for the pitching and
cresting frequency of the turbines and
blades from the wind farm upon
Frankenstein's castle on the hill
Mistress of the pale rose deftly ballet
dancing the breeze from the inside out
of a green mile prison bar
I want I wish I cast my net like a fisherman
in famine times from the whence the sun
comes up and later drops
As this years crops have failed the once
plentiful fertile soil is now gathering up dust
underfoot from the elders dancing and
pleading to God to save the day and
for the rain to come
So gather all yee faithful
Put on and dress up in your Sunday best
Spray yourself in floral scent
And let the world outside relent
And only for a minute if you can
Find and depress the off button
And switch off your computer please
And let it sleep as well
For it's you i have come to visit and see
And take a journey of discovery and
revisit back to the future past to a
foreign time not so long ago
To a land where people used to take
the time to stop and talk and enquire
of one another something as simple as
How are you and all of yours doing
Are you in fact ok
Is everything alright
We have all the time in the world
You now have my complete attention
Give this dog a bone
I don't bite
I promise I will only patiently listen to you
dictate and tell your story in which or
whatsoever manner of your choice
And together we can write the poem
of your life in word's this far
Because if not now than when is
this world in more need of real
life super heroes
Who do not feel the need to hide behind
mask's or wear a suit or cape in order
to do good
They battle weary face a sword with
the only armour disposed know unto
them to wield
A heart infused with truth , purity
and innocence a pen and 1 left and
1 right long sleeve
To write this stain in permanent
coagulating blood
Enjoy your victory whilst it lasts
For you not only do you know what
you have done
Nor not the consequences of what
is to come that can never be undone
That fate alone for you awaits
Because all I know about life is that
it's fleeting all of us are merely visitors
passing through
Whilst death on the other hand
Isn't
Cloudless the sky over beautiful water,
Sunlight at dawn as the day starts to break,
Open the blinds to let in the new day and,
Smile as the sunshine confirms they’re awake.
Croissants for breakfast with strong filter coffee,
Shower and dress to prepare for the day,
Get out the tourist guide, plan their adventure,
Join with the locals to make real their stay.
Walk in the countryside on a long ramble,
Visit a vineyard, high up in the hills,
Sample the product at end of the visit,
Several glasses, mop up any spills.
Boulevard cafes or old fashioned taverns,
Famous for seafood to try for their lunch,
What will their dinner be? guessing it’s chicken,
But not seen the menu, it’s only a hunch.
Shower for dinner, they’ll put on their glad rags,
Her in white dress, him in shirt and blue tie,
Orange juice, soup, they were right it’s then chicken,
Followed by cream on home made apple pie.
Wine with their dinner, they’re charging their glasses,
They had gin and tonic their aperitif,
Already they wonder what’s tomorrow’s dinner,
Will it be venison, pork, lamb or beef?
The dinner completed, a port or a brandy?
Or just filter coffee to wash it all down,
Only ten minutes to walk to the centre,
So now for a stroll to the centre of town.
Traditional bars full of tourists and locals,
A drink in a couple, it starts to go dark,
Chatting with bar staff about local venues,
Tomorrow they’ll go to a close water park.
Hand in hand stroll up the hill to the hotel,
A swift nightcap then in the nice hotel bar,
Up to the room to reflect on the first day,
And all the things that they’re enjoying so far.
Undress now for sleeping, the blinds closed til morning,
They lie down together and switch off the light,
The first day of holiday now is completed,
They’re so glad they came as they’re kissing goodnight.
The door locked behind them, their night is their own now,
The start of their holiday as they’d desired,
He holds her as she falls asleep on his torso,
His choice of this venue seems really inspired.
They swiftly are sleeping while leant on each other,
In love in this beautiful holiday place,
Tomorrow exploring more parts of the landscape,
No wonder they both sleep with smiles on their face!
When I grew up there was no such thing
as microwave or t.v dinner's they hadn't
even been inverted yet
Come 6 o'clock we had to gather round the
dinning room table for evening meals and
parentally enforced family time to talk about
our day
To feast on such culinary delight's mother
used to burn as home made chips frozen
fish finger's and a choice of either tinned
baked beans or spaghetti hoops
Then when we're finally finished Dad would
go into the living room switch on the t.v
and watch the news
After that he would read his paper in order
to switch off and we would then get to watch
whatever was on 1 of the oh so many other
4 t.v channels
Only 1 singular t.v in the house shared
between our entire family permanently fixed
in the lounge.
And 1 singular telephone in the corner or
if you had one an entrance hallway
Both of which we're actually luxury's not
necessity dependant on if you could afford
to the bill and licence or electricity
And we weren't poor what we we're as
children was a little something called
happy and we'll adjusted
Which got me thinking about just how
different and far removed that time
was to current present day
Using the age old means of comparing
Apple's for Apple's regarding different
childhood's
To me growing up as a child what an
apple was or meant was bobbing or
ducking for at halloween , keeps the
doctor away and at it's best when it's
covered in sticky toffee candy
Fast forward to today the only Apple a
child knows comes in i - pad , pod , phone ,
watch or 4 in 1 form they carry about there
person constantly for companionship so
much so they can barely take the time to
talk or barely loook up
The same type of Apple that God warned
Eve all about not to try and eat for fear of
being kicked out
Because once you do there is no chance
of ever going back or a return to Eden
It's a place that only exists and can be
accessed by means of logging into Window's
or typing it into a search engine to look up ,
how exactly do you spell that is it
Bib-lol
Or by drinking how ever much Cider it
takes in order to pass out or forget
Reality is the new nightmare
So how do you like them Apple's now
Community, do you remember that
Our rapidly changing world, has stripped community from behind our backs
Technology connects us across the globe
But sometimes isolates us within our own minds, at home
Our smartphones and social media promise connection
Yet they often leave us feeling more disconnected in a lonely direction
Scrolling through endless feeds, we witness snippets of other's lives
But rarely experience the depth of genuine connection that true community gives for us to thrive.
A paradox lies in our ability to connect globally
While feeling ever isolated locally
Remember the neighbourhood street where children once played
Adults chatted on door steps, and families gave
These shared spaces are dwindling
We live our lives in a box
Work, home, school, the gym
Then on the TV and internet, we get locked
We may have family, friends, and colleagues
Yet a void still persists
This void signals that our human nature seeks deeper connections
More then exits
Feeling lost and lonely isn’t always dramatic
It’s often a quiet desperation
An ache in the heart
A longing for something more magic
Individualism has its merits, but it overshadows our sense of belonging
We lose sight of the collective good and prioritize personal success over communities well being
Community thrives when we contribute selflessly
Acts of kindness, a smile, say hello, fearlessly
Reclaim those lost parks
Organize community events
Foster a sense of belonging where everyone feels welcome inside the community tent
Community isn’t just about talking
It’s about listening as well
To the meaningful conversations from elders, and children
To the wisdom and knowledge in the human realm
Transform our isolation into community
Our longing into belonging
Get to know who lives around you again
Make time and slow down the coming and going
Switch off your phone and go outside
Sit in the park and no longer hide
Let us reconnect, and build bridges across the gaps
Re build our communities, so we can feel again the support behind our backs
It starts with you
It starts with me
If we all did this today
We would have a community
Help! I can’t find sleep.
Tired eyes and aching limbs
A mind that seeks a rest,
It’s time to put my jarmies on
And don’t forget my vest!
As I switch off all the plugs
And check around of me,
Curiously I come to find
That sleep is trying to flee.
“Wait there just a minute!” I yell
Catching him by the toe,
“Just where do you think you’re off to?”
And “No, I won’t let you go!”
He struggles and he squirms
Stillness his enemy,
“Fine!” at last I agree,
“We’ll have just one more tea”.
Kettle boiled, tea is brewed
From steaming cup I drink,
But hang on just a minute
Now there’s time to think.
Days gone by, times of past
All come into my mind,
Whatever will my future be
And will it be unkind?
Sleep you’ve done it once again
You’ve taken peace from me,
You really are a naughty thief
Stealing all tranquillity.
Heading for the chocolate draw
The obvious place to go,
And before you ask to share with me
The answer is just “no!”
Comfort in my happy place
Is edibly soon found,
Though tired eyes I cannot hold
I really need sleep around.
Apologising reluctantly
For being mean to him,
“Would you like a cup of tea,
Or maybe even Gin?”
Now sleep has had his wicked way
He’s got me in his hand,
For I would now do anything
To nod off in dream land.
“Please sleep” I beg of him
“We’ve done chocolate and tea,
Can we not just now agree
It’s time for bed” I plea.
Then I notice with despair
Out of reach he’s climbed,
How did he manage to escape,
Have I lost my mind?
“Sleep I emplore you,
Please come back to me”
Tired eyes, bags and wrinkles
Don’t look good you see.
Up again I search the house
Look everywhere I can think,
“Sleep why can’t I find you?”
Tears now on the brink.
Finally “It’s no use” I say
Climb into bed I decide,
I really am good company
I’ve no idea why you hide
I toss and turn and close my eyes
Tight, stuck as if by glue,
You really are a tiresome pest
“Sleep! Where are you?”
I’ve never given much thought, about the last train to Auschwitz
for indeed every train, was intended to be ones last,
Except for the guards, who sit atop the cattle cars
As the human livestock, slowly asphyxiates behind bars
not giving them a thought, or a care in the world
except maybe, what great jobs we have
Sit up here smoking, and joking, oblivious to the choking
Just shoot anything that try’s get off,
An absolute no brainer,
For only those without brains,
have no feelings or remorse
This one and only requirement, fully endorsed
Besides it keeps them away, from the Russian front
they’ve heard all the stories, about that hell hole
where they run over prisoners with tanks,
No thanks
Switch off out here, in the country air,
as the wind rushes through, aryan sun bleached hair
And the moans and groans continue, all very routine
Stench rises and falls, in wafts and palls
Quick Fritz look, Fräuleins in the fields wave and call
Raising up rifles, greetings from SS railway division to all
Cream of the crop, only room for special ones on top
Full stop!
Whistles shrill,
RAUS! RAUS! SCHNELL! SCHNELL!
Screams aloud, above the putrid smell
as the chimneys belch ash, over an indifferent hell
Bewildered cargo pours out
Protestations, my baby, my mummy, my daddy, is dead
The reply, a heavy truncheon blow, across the head
Get into line, you dirty swine
Selection process begins
Whilst guards have a chat and a grin
on the horizon a thunderous din
Russians are closing in.
Indeed this was the last train to Auschwitz
and now it’s pulling out
as the guards banter and shout
Hey Fritz! where you going to spend, your bag of gold teeth
Fritz says Bolivia, how about you?
Franz laughs back, somewhere further, that doesn’t stink like your feet
Meanwhile the zombies bedraggled clothes
are already in transit to (CANADA)
Not far from the crematoria
Not that far away at all
Last Train to Auschwitz Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
15/4/2021
(CANADA) = warehouse and sorting area in Auschwitz.
German RAUS = out, SCHNELL = quick or fast
{"How ones life has been going on, keep writing hard times a sentence on, you can be a light switch off/on."} - Loverboi
The suffering of today echoes a mile away, do I puzzle over faith in Lord God in anyway
Wrongdoings I shall regret, no outline on knowing the street ropes, the street aided me astray
Puffing pom-pom opera's, tiny opera's bashed on a ash tray, like letting my life go a way
Clearly wasn't reasoning such a thing, the galaxy milky way, stellar universes, milking a pathway, inked a verse
Pin I pad it, weed I had it, Tobacco Free Florida has persuasion to educate it
Debit card on a manage, hindrances I'll damage, upon granted an advantage
Good old days wounded, wound size enlarges, shapes, and withes
As each day announces a rooster, poor kid's are birthed including a tumor
Family speaking, staring pointing to a spine, A rumor, what's not brought to a men's acknowledgement is a rumor
Online typing applications browsing jobs, visionary on helping a consumer
Heart is circumcised, pumping echoes suffer, improved days I fantasize
Seize a card, imprinted letters and digits, profit a debit card name discover
"To collect bravery to attempt a extreme risk"
As we now know time is a cover
Willingness to endure is undiscovered, eventually discovered, the lustful eyes, to a mortal visionary sight, is sightly recovered
Suffering returning, overturn, didn't have control over the birthed sperm
More I live, More I learn
Rejoicing in the absence of money, usually lending away money, comes a limit where we all master to be joyful in the absence of money
" Perhaps Next Time"
Financial stability, Be spent on necessities abilities
Silver and gold no yearning, handle responsibilities
Showing helpfulness, your faintness, one couldn't pack and run, families the bloodstream vein run
Common people turn like a driver test turn, pray the poorest days, pave runaways
Devotee in God, Jesus, one's own effort, visualizations, have no doubt
Have faith experiencing a miracle, faithless guaranteed tomorrow
Life advances to a beautifully visionary paved pathway
- Loverboi
The Light of the Inner Self
In the pitch of a wintry night
With dark clouds veiling the moonlight,
With rains splashing on window panes
And washing dust on nearby lanes,
With a wild wind whistling outside
It is a boon to be inside
A homely house to take a rest
As birds seek refuge in their nest.
I switch off the lights of my room,
Just close my eyes in he dark gloom,
Pray the Lord that I may have a good sleep,
His grace and blessings I may reap
And I am endowed with due strength
To face the coming day at length.
But soon a light invades my eyes,
Brightens my self far wide and high,
Sends a sizzling sense down my ribs
And seems to say that my prayers
Have by the Lord been agreed
And inscribed in divine letters.
I reckon it as the inner light,
The true light of the inner self
That covertly day and night
In all human beings dwells,
But eagerly awaits to be lit
Through ways deemed proper and fit
To guide their crucial path in life
And steer their course in their daily strife.
Honourable Mention in
Your Option Again Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Written on 25 February 2023
I can see it in your eyes
your brain ticks over
search supplies
the lie with fall cover
Because mother always used to say be aware of those around you
their reaction to your actions giving clues how to act with them
so I did but it didn’t flick the impulse switch off
appearing distant as if I don’t look
assured I wasn’t tell me off believing I wasn’t
yell at me too need to look already was
now I looked hard saw what I shouldn’t
suddenly impulse takes control
I look so quickly at lying eyes behold
dishonesty or truth the 2 sights sold
see through whilst my impulse confuse
actions speech diverting you
insults words no filter just blurt
yet within all this I still observe
every week my psychology observed
experts spoke to my parents helped me learn
conversations of why I don’t concentrate and learn
adhd gave me selective interests
psychology one where calories invest
I was impressed my hyper mind never rests
find focus and psychology progressed
disguised by impulse so natural
paying attention looking as though I wasn’t at all
made me realise I’m unreadable
and it confuses so learnt to use this tool
random strange so you can’t work out my brain
I'm looking insane whilst I calculate game
focus on situations
knowing their intentions
what motivated seeing their options
string the circumstances
how and what is their rewarding destination to pace on
leave no chances I'm ahead
stop them became so good tease and seem close no problem
make them a fool
you think I’m cruel
avoiding a brawl
make them look small,
them target me retardently,
but I’m weird cus I get psychology
so I fight physical now psycho probably,
but if men didn’t challenge my alpha status
I would live normally,
it’s them but you blame me not their insecurities.
I was 7 or 8 when I first learnt psychology
smart people only use it in defense you see
If I see scum manipulate for selfish gain
I beat them at their own game